It wаs imроssiblе tо tell how muсh timе hаd раssed. The mееting room dоor was slightlу аjаr, аnd аs mоre pеople passed bу, Jiаng Ziyuе cоughеd twiсе. "Alright, еnоugh fооling аround. Тhe caрtаin will be uр soon."
As sоon as shе finished spеаking, thе mееting rооm door wаs рushed ореn, but it was Wаng Lekаng whо enterеd.
Нis usuallу cheerful fаce was nоw tightlу sсrunchеd up, dark as а stоrm сloud. Оf соursе, еvеryоnе cоuld guess thаt something bаd had hаррenеd.
Тhе rоom full of pеople exсhanged glanсes, nonе daring tо sрeаk first, all holding their breath as they watched Wang Lekang.
Wang Lekang stood before the conference table, his anger simmering, his expression shifting repeatedly.
But this man was usually gentle and refined, and even when furious, he rarely yelled. In the end, he simply pointed at the people in front of him.
"Have you all forgotten what was discussed in the last meeting? Let me tell you, from now on, behave yourselves. Do whatever you want after work, but during working hours, stay in line. If you keep messing around, you’ll all be out of here!"
Ruan Sixian frowned slightly.
She was supposed to deliver a letter to Fu Mingyu on the plane later.
Could Wang Lekang be referring to her?
Probably not. He didn’t know anything.
But when someone feels guilty, even the slightest glance from others seems loaded with meaning. Ruan Sixian looked up, hoping to find some clue on Wang Lekang’s face, but all she saw was his furious back and the slightly trembling door he had slammed shut.
He left the room full of people bewildered.
—"What’s wrong with the boss?"
—"Who knows? Is he going through menopause?"
—"Who ticked him off?"
Someone suddenly snapped to attention. "Is it because Mr. Fu is on this flight today?"
—"No way, we were just joking earlier. How would he know?"
"Enough," Jiang Ziyue, as the chief flight attendant, vaguely sensed it might be related to their earlier jokes. "Let’s get ready for boarding."
In the end, no one could be sure why Wang Lekang was so angry, but they genuinely didn’t dare to act out. Once on the plane, everyone behaved as obediently as emotionless robots.
After the captain completed the pre-flight inspection, the boarding gate prepared to allow first-class passengers to board first.
But before that, they had to welcome a special guest.
The captain led the flight crew, while Jiang Ziyue led the cabin crew, standing respectfully at the entrance to the cabin.
Ruan Sixian should have been in the second row, but as the tallest, she stood out in the crowd, so she automatically stepped back to the last row.
Half a minute later, the person everyone was waiting for finally appeared from the jet bridge.
In that instant, Ruan Sixian clearly sensed a subtle shift in the atmosphere around her. The flight attendants beside her leaned forward slightly.
The early morning darkness was thick as ink, with only the fluorescent lights of the passageway illuminating the way.
Fu Mingyu strode forward, phone in hand, making a call.
As he approached the cabin entrance and saw the crowd of people, he frowned almost imperceptibly before hanging up.
Behind him followed a young man of similar age, likely an assistant or secretary.
The two entered the plane one after the other, scanning the crowd with a glance.
Despite the spacious cabin, an inexplicable sense of pressure filled the air.
Ruan Sixian stole a glance at him, her heart pounding like a drum.
She had been foolish enough to believe Si Xiaozhen’s nonsense, actually hoping someone like him might show a moment of mercy.
Clearly, this man radiated the words "I have no heart" from head to toe.
The older captain smiled warmly and said, "Mr. Fu, welcome aboard this flight."Fu Mingyu reached out to shake his hand, saying "Thank you for your hard work," then looked toward the flight crew nearby, unexpectedly meeting Ruan Sixian's scrutinizing gaze.
Their eyes locked, and before Ruan Sixian could react, he shifted his gaze away and proceeded into the first-class cabin.
An unmistakable disregard.
Ruan Sixian even wondered if that brief glance had been an illusion.
After the plane entered cruising altitude, the flight attendants began moving about. While busy in the lounge, the first-class crew couldn’t help but quietly discuss Fu Mingyu, who was now seated in the front row.
Ruan Sixian also stole a few glances at Fu Mingyu as she passed by.
He sat in the same row as his secretary, with the overhead reading light on, accentuating the contours of his face.
Compared to photos, he was even more handsome in person.
Someone like him—the chairman’s son, parachuted into a high-level position at such a young age—no wonder people couldn’t help but fantasize.
Ruan Sixian touched the letter in her bag, having hesitated countless times.
How many people in the world were truly different from their outward appearance? Fu Mingyu’s entire demeanor made it clear he had always stood above the clouds. Hoping he would be even one-tenth as approachable as an ordinary person was wishful thinking, let alone expecting anything more.
But as Si Xiaozhen had said, it wouldn’t hurt to try. If it didn’t work out, so be it.
Lost in these thoughts, Ruan Sixian slowed her pace, pondering how to approach him later.
Just then, it was time to serve coffee. Feeling a bit more motivated, Ruan Sixian immediately headed to the storage area.
Jiang Ziyue was also preparing food nearby, making faces at the refrigerator while muttering under her breath.
Preoccupied with her own thoughts, Ruan Sixian didn’t pay attention until Jiang Ziyue nudged her.
“What’s on your mind?”
Ruan Sixian coughed twice to cover her embarrassment. “What did you say just now? I was focused on the coffee temperature.”
Jiang Ziyue cautiously glanced toward the cabin and said, “Let’s swap later. You serve the passengers on the left, and I’ll take the right.”
The right side—where Fu Mingyu was seated.
Ruan Sixian pursed her lips, not immediately agreeing.
Jiang Ziyue gently bumped her shoulder. “Okay?”
Ruan Sixian forced a smile and said yes, then asked, “But why?”
Jiang Ziyue was arranging fruit on a plate, staring at an orange as she poked it with a fork. “My ex-boyfriend is over there.”
“Huh?”
Ruan Sixian glanced outside.
Compared to encountering the boss on a flight, running into an ex-boyfriend was even less likely.
Ruan Sixian asked again, “Didn’t you check the passenger list yesterday? You don’t seem prepared at all.”
“I did, but with so many people in the world named ‘Zhang Wei,’ how was I supposed to know it was him?” Jiang Ziyue said, accidentally dropping a piece of orange. She picked it up and angrily tossed it into the trash. “What rotten luck!”
Ruan Sixian pulled her further inside and whispered, “A passenger just came out over there. Keep your voice down.”
Jiang Ziyue forced herself to compose her expression but couldn’t help adding, “He even flirted with me on purpose during boarding. What an idiot, a damn idiot. Men are all idiots.”
Ruan Sixian patted her shoulder to calm her down. “Don’t get too worked up. He’s just an ex-boyfriend. Treat him like any other passenger.”"What ordinary passenger? Ordinary passengers aren't that idiotic." Jiang Ziyue looked seriously at Ruan Sixian again. "Really, you're still young. When you've had a few more relationships, you'll understand—men are all idiots."
Ruan Sixian hummed in agreement, accepted the swap with Jiang Ziyue, and the two parted ways.
After delivering the entire row of meals, Ruan Sixian went around pouring coffee for passengers who wanted it.
When she reached the end, she glanced toward Fu Mingyu's row.
Jiang Ziyue had already followed the meal cart away, while Fu Mingyu was looking down at the iPad on his table.
Ruan Sixian's palms grew slightly warm. After hesitating for a moment, she walked toward Fu Mingyu.
"Sir, would you like some coffee?"
Fu Mingyu didn't look up, merely pushing his cup forward with his hand. "Thank you."
Ruan Sixian bent over to pour the coffee, then paused, not leaving immediately.
Sensing her unusual behavior, Fu Mingyu looked up at her.
His eyes were narrow and long, with slightly fanned double eyelids that softened the sharpness of his face. Yet, the upward tilt of his outer corners added a touch of boldness.
But when he glanced at someone coldly, even the most beautiful scenery seemed tinged with frost.
Ruan Sixian, utterly defeated, retreated.
About an hour later, Fu Mingyu's secretary called her over to refill his coffee.
Ruan Sixian took out the letter, placed it under the pot, and walked over again.
After pouring coffee for the secretary, she turned to look at Fu Mingyu.
He was still holding the iPad, the screen displaying a 3D model of the aircraft's interior.
The image was clear, and Fu Mingyu was zooming in to examine the details, his fingers sliding across the screen. It seemed as though he had automatically tuned out everyone around him.
He was so focused that Ruan Sixian felt too embarrassed to disturb him. Yet, the letter pressed under the pot kept reminding her—time waits for no one, time waits for no one.
But he looked genuinely busy. Even if she gave it to him, he might not read it.
Just as Ruan Sixian was wrestling with herself internally, the secretary spoke up. "Is there something else?"
Ruan Sixian, nervous and flustered, whispered, "Would you like more coffee?"
The secretary raised an eyebrow and tapped his coffee cup, which was still half full.
Ruan Sixian took that as a no and turned to Fu Mingyu.
"Would you like more coffee?"
Fu Mingyu slightly curled his fingers, resting them against his chin and gently rubbing.
Only then did he look up at Ruan Sixian.
"No need."
From the moment he looked up, Ruan Sixian had known this would be the answer. Unsurprised, she nodded and turned to leave.
Fu Mingyu glanced at her retreating figure, his impatience growing.
His secretary chuckled beside him. Fu Mingyu looked over, and the secretary immediately wiped the smile off his face, handing over a piece of paper.
"This is the draft proposal for the ACJ31."
As Fu Mingyu took it, he glanced once more at the figure ahead.
What is Wang Lekang doing?
A moment later, the flight attendant indeed returned with coffee.
She seemed to be holding something in her hand.
It looked like a letter.
A pink one.
Fu Mingyu looked directly at Ruan Sixian.
The woman before him wore Hengshi Airlines' traditional light blue uniform, her face delicate and pretty.
Moreover, she was tall and slender, with a narrow waist and long legs—an excellent figure.
Unfortunately, though beautiful, she lacked any memorable qualities. With heavy makeup, red lips, and a stiff smile, she was utterly tacky.Ruan Sixian noticed Fu Mingyu scrutinizing her without any attempt to conceal it. Remembering the favor she was about to ask, she grew increasingly nervous. Her mind buzzed, her throat tightened, and she whispered softly, "Sir, would you like more coffee?"
As she spoke, she tightly gripped the letter hidden at the bottom of the pot, her fingers nervously rubbing against it. She gently pushed the letter out, wondering when the right moment would be to hand it over.
This subtle movement did not escape Fu Mingyu’s notice.
He saw the unmistakable look on her face—hesitant yet filled with anticipation.
He turned off his iPad screen, rolled up a section of his sleeve, and said casually, "Do you not want this job anymore?"
Ruan Sixian was taken aback. Thinking of the letter’s contents, she replied, "Yes, I don’t want to be a flight attendant for World Airlines anymore. I want to be..."
Fu Mingyu lightly rotated his wrist, lifted his eyelids, and said, "The boss’s wife?"
Ruan Sixian: "...Huh?"
"You might as well dream."
"..."
Ruan Sixian stood frozen for a long moment.
Only one thought echoed in her mind:
Men are all idiots.
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